Two ladies are walking down a street
No one can hear what they are saying
Just hands and faces moving
A grin here a laugh there
Who are they ?
What did they just do ?
Bread in a basket
Coffee being held
Down the alley they go
A door opens into a flower garden
A bench waits for their arrival
They both go in and close the door
Don't you wish you had that key ?
17 comments:
Wow, this is wonderfully evocative--both the words and the photo.
In my mind ... this would be the key to friendship! Nicely written....
love it! Reminds me of my wonderful women friends!
Very nice....yes, I wish I had the key....
You always write so that I want more!..Happy week!
Great write - leaving a lot of wonder... I like that...bkm
LOVE the photo of the lock! Great writing too!
i like this novella... enticing the reader to explore as well....
magical,
simply walk into a beautiful place.
lovely tale!
A neat little sequence that is isolated in time, its beginning unknown and its end behind a locked door. But for you the question remains and that is why you write! Stickybeak! :-)
Loved it! I thought of the key as being the key to friendship as well.
A secret garden behind a locked door. Romance and mystery, the very best things to stretch my imagination.
Marnie
Oh, love this! I love to create fantastic (unlikely) tales about the people I see in and around my daily travels. It would be fun to create a bunch of scenarios about your two ladies! :-)
Great writing,yes I'd say a secret garden awaits these two friends!Leaves me wanting more!
What a beautiful read!
Oh, lovely. Yes, I wish I had the key!
lovely words that invoke wonderful touching images :)
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